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It must be said that souls from higher dimensions can sometimes achieve such unexpected results.
"You... sigh."
He chuckled softly, a hint of helplessness in his voice. Even so, his expression remained captivating.
"In my palace, you and Fugrim will no longer have to worry about those foolish mortals—you will enjoy a long and peaceful time in my world, undisturbed."
He said calmly, "Even I wouldn't."
While watching the two being affectionate is indeed a great pleasure, He needs to lure Casca towards His sixth ring even more.
"What if I refuse?"
"Kasgar said, and the next moment, the flames in his hand rushed towards the opponent's figure.
呲.
But He was not harmed by it.
Kasgar's once invincible psionic flames lost their power when facing Slaanesh.
"Give up. This is my palace, and everything here will forever be under my control—even you."
The little southern beam reappeared where the flames had vanished. Floating in mid-air, it watched with great interest as Kaska struggled within its sixth ring.
"Continue your futile resistance; in any case, you will eventually fall into ruin."
He continued, “Or, I have an even more interesting proposal.”
Snapped.
With a snap of his fingers, the scene that had appeared before him in the past reappeared, only this time the scene was divided into multiple rings.
A ring of greed obsessed with wealth, a ring of gluttony filled with obese men, a ring of carnal desires that cannot be described in detail...
Within the Sixth Ring Road, in every single one of them, there are countless people who are addicted to it and unable to extricate themselves.
"Since you are unwilling to accept my proposal, it means that there are things in your heart that are more worth upholding than all of this."
But what is it?
Even Slaanesh couldn't understand it—wasn't he the one who liked Forgrim the most?
Does he resent being regent and thus having no time to spend with his lover?
He promised to give him all of this, so why does the other party still insist on refusing to accept it?
Are the conditions I offered not good enough?
"Then let the facts speak for us—you are free to intervene with my guests who are enjoying themselves and see if they will be willing to return to the past you described after tasting the sweetness I have bestowed upon them."
"If you are truly confident that you possess something more worth upholding, then show it to me."
He was absolutely certain of it.
Getting Casca to lower his guard is no easy task.
He was confident that, based on His experience, He could gradually wear down the other's fighting spirit here until He could completely possess the other's heart.
Since you think your conditions are better than those of the Sixth Ring Road, then show it to Him!
Let those hedonists judge for themselves which side is truly worth giving everything for.
"Or perhaps you should just accept my offer here—or is it that even Fugrim can't satisfy you?"
"interesting."
Kaska said with a smile.
This is a trap.
But now that he's trapped in the Sixth Ring Road, it seems he has no other options.
"Then let's wait and see."
......
He was an alcoholic.
Now, my only wish is to drink.
He didn't know where he was or what his name was; he only had some faint fragments of memories about the "Elf Clan" in his mind.
He doesn't care about these things.
Compared to drinking more delicious wine, those things can be easily discarded.
He only cares about alcohol.
The enormous wine tank in front of him seemed tailor-made for him—the wines in it were delicious no matter how you drank them, and the flavors were never the same.
Every sip brings an ultimate sensory experience, and what's even more amazing is that he doesn't feel full or black out even after drinking a lot.
When your mind is constantly in a wonderfully tipsy state, the enjoyment in that hazy state is the most pleasurable, isn't it?
drink!
He continued drinking, ignoring the other gluttons who were also there.
Just drink it, and that's it.
He drank up the sky and the earth.
Not enough, still not enough!
He has tasted all the most delicious nectar in the world!
Only a more delicious and stronger drink could stimulate his numb taste buds.
More to drink! More wine, more!
Why isn't there a better-tasting wine?!
He continued to drink heavily from the pool in a fit of rage.
Not enough, not enough, not nearly enough!
He needs even better wine, but where can he find better wine?!
—It was an extreme emptiness.
While indulging in extreme pleasures, every soul trapped in the Sixth Ring Road is filled with emptiness and suffering.
The evil of the Chaos God never lies.
It seems that everyone in the Sixth Ring Road has enjoyed the ultimate sensory experience, but in their hearts, there is always something missing.
"Ok?"
Just as he was still drinking heavily, something suddenly rolled off his side.
what is that?
Is it a new wine bottle? Could it be that the great God heard his desires and willingly poured out an even stronger wine—
He eagerly fished the object out of the wine pool and examined it closely.
It looks like a sculpture's head.
Whose is it?
He looked somewhat familiar, but he didn't know that guy at all!
Pooh!
That wasn't wine at all! It was just the head of a broken statue!
Who would like this kind of thing? Who would care about a memorial to a dead, useless god?
That dead man's head!
Asuyan is fucking damn (long string of profanities)!
(bad language)!
(bad language)!
(bad language)!
Damn it, they still won't let him go even now!
We can't give him any alcohol, and the farther away he dies, the better. We shouldn't ruin his drinking habit here!
He angrily threw the broken human head of the sculpture aside.
liqueur.
liquor......
liqueur.
.
He didn't want to drink anymore.
The drunkard, dejected and disoriented, climbed ashore and slowly walked toward the statue he had tossed aside.
He squatted down in front of the broken statue head and sat down quietly.
Then, like a child, she cried silently.
“Asuyan…”
"Asuyan... I don't want to drink anymore, Asuyan."
"Please, come back and save our Spirit Race..."
"Please... come back..."
As if his Asuyan had truly returned, the familiar golden-red phoenix flames swept over his soul in the next instant.
"Thanks......"
He felt a warmth.
.......
"That's it?!"
Kasgar easily withdrew the flames from his hand.
It was incredibly effortless.
However, the other man in front of him turned vicious and vengeful. "Impossible! I don't believe it!"
"Tell me... how did you do that! How did you—"
"It's very simple, everything you have is nothingness."
Casca answered without changing his expression.
Just like in the original story, when those long-fallen sons of emperors once again saw the clone of the former Vorgrim created by the old Chinese medicine doctor.
Even a prince whose veins are already stained with corruption, upon seeing his once glorious and brilliant ideals...
They all want to come back.
Even if it means death, they want to return to the time of the Great Expedition.
That place still has ideals, love, and dreams.
"This is impossible!!!"
Love and ideals?
What an old-fashioned and utterly clichéd phrase!
There's absolutely nothing new or creative about it!
As the god of art and beauty, He refused to believe that He could be defeated by such an unoriginal storyline!
He will not approve of it; He could never approve of such a statement!
"How could I possibly be defeated by such a vulgar and boring argument? How could I—"
His face became extremely ferocious, and his former composure and playfulness were completely abandoned.
Now He will reveal His wildest and most authentic side.